That's how I feel about Sophia right now. In my head if you asked me what image I saw when thinking about my girl she is this little cross eyed baby that was always covered in drool. Yesterday after dropping Carl off at work for 6am we came home to try and relax the sleep away. We were sitting on the couch watching Yo Gabba Gabba when it hit me.
Sure she was on my lap but she wasn't being held by me. Actually she was reclining into the corner of the couch happily watching the TV. Her legs were propped up on mine, crossed at the ankles. Except they weren't baby legs, or baby feet, heck this wasn't a BABY. Her legs were long and had some scrapes and scars from her adventures and somehow her feet were already dirty despite the fact they hadn't touched the ground since the night before.
Call it pregnancy hormones, call it mommy feelings whatever but I immediately started crying. This child sitting on my lap both was and wasn't my baby. She will always be my baby until I die but she's not really a baby anymore. She now walks (we'll be a full time walker pretty soon) and talks, knows what naughty things are and enjoys trying to play with them and then run away when we catch her. She's not even a year yet and she's turned into a little girl, no longer my tiny red newborn.
I'm not really sure how I'm going to handle her birthday in a month. Maybe this realization and the crying it brought on is what the emotional 1st birthday is about. Realizing that little baby you gave birth to is just a memory and in its place you have an amazing toddler.
My little girl
She can now walk away from me...